I realize that I poked a little fun at Trent Reznor a couple of weeks ago (Year Four-Zero -- 2/26/07), but that just means that I'm kind of an asshole; in no way is it intended to imply that I'm not chomping at the bit to get my greedy little hands on the new Nine Inch Nails album, Year Zero.
That desire was amplified exponentially a couple of days ago, when I got the chance to listen to the record from start to finish.
Suffice to say, my fears of NIN dropping off the end of the rage pier into the great sea of bitter, introspective self-parody have been put to rest. This is mostly for one simple reason: Trent has finally taken all the wrath and fury he used to turn inward and turned it outward.
The result is stunning.
This time around, he's replaced anger with outrage, and it makes all the difference in the world -- at least one can hope it might.
The first video from Year Zero has everything to guarantee an official ban from MTV: Sex, nudity, guns, violence and -- most importantly -- a message worth screaming.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Posted by Chez at 2:40 PM